Twenty-Sex | British

- She was raised by her mother in Northern London, England.

- Having mastered degrees in Zoology, Animal Biology, Animal Training, Animal Behaviors, Veterinary Medicine and Animal Psychology...she is excellent in regards to handling and caring for a variety of creatures.

- She has acquired a rather impressive resume with prior employment at several renowned animal theme parks around the world.

- Has her mother's maiden name because she doesn't know anything about her father and she was conceived outside of marriage.

- She doesn't know that Dexter is her older half brother.

This was the dream of a young child finally reaching realization. Obtaining a position at Jurassic World wasn't an effortless task for the thousands of people that sent in their applications. Only a few were selected. Of those lucky enough to be chosen, even less actually made it through their rigorous training period. Finally, after weeks of elimination, the handlers were decided.

"I can't believe this is happening!" The excitement in her face was evident. From her widened grin, sparkling eyes and elated blush, she was radiating with joy. "This is awesome!" The same woman squeaked, her voice weakened from shouting in delight when she had first arrived at the island a few hours earlier.

She only silenced herself when a ginger-haired woman approached her. This beautiful woman was none other than Claire Dearing. The current head of operations for the park. Misrani may officially own the park in terms of legality, but he has entrusted Claire to oversee and command the park in his absence. "Hello and welcome to Jurassic World," Claire greeted happily, offering a small smile.

"Thank you so much for this employment, Miss. Dearing!" The younger woman almost screamed. She really needed to learn how to properly control her volume of speech. "I never once imagined that I'd be working for Jurassic World. I've always loved dinosaurs since I was a little girl and now I get to be here everyday! I'm so thankful!"

Claire chuckled, almost overwhelmed by the new employee's enthusiasm. "Claire, just Claire, is perfectly fine. I'm sorry, what's your name again?" With several new employees, Claire easily forgot their names. It was their first week of being officially hired by the park and it would take Claire a while to get accustomed to them.

The younger woman wasn't the slightest bit offended or insulted. "Alexandra McKnight," she answered eagerly. "Alex, though, is what I prefer."

Claire smiled, "Alright then. Alex, allow me to show you to your new paddock."

"What dinosaur will I be working with?" All of them appealed to her, but Alex held a special place in her heart for a certain creature above the rest.

Claire couldn't have made Alex happier when she revealed the magnificent creatures within the paddock. Alex screamed at the top of her lungs, literally jumping up and down in her combat boots. "Oh my Gods!" She couldn't believe her eyes. "A-are those actually..."

Indeed they were: Raptors. The large paddock was surrounded by cages for when the dinosaurs needed their examinations, several vehicles and storage containers along with ladders and overpasses so the cage could be inspected from above. "You'll be trained by the Raptor's primary handlers." Claire explained, approaching the area around the paddock without actually coming close enough to the enormous containment cage where the dinosaurs were held.

Claire gestured to the overpass, causing Alex to glance upward and struggle against the sunlight's rays to find the tall figure standing up there. She overheard the sounds of soft roars and suddenly those were followed by an annoying clicking device. Alex frowned, squinting her eyes in desperate to see the figure more clearly. It was definitely a male, evident by the voice when it spoke.

(Prounounced: Sin-dall-la, Jinx, Dee-mah)

Twenty-Nine | Helheim & Human Hybrid

- Her mother was a human, her father is a demon of Helheim.

- The woman unwillingly became pregnant after the demons of Helheim invaded Earth.

- The war continued for three years.

- After her mother perished in the birthing process, the infant was taken away to the realm of Helheim where her father's people retreated to after losing the war.

- She grew up within the realm of Helheim until the night she discovered the truth of her heritage.

- Upon learning exactly how she came into this world and realizing that she was a product of rape, the young half-breed fled Helheim and returned to Earth.

- Sadly, as her race are known criminals and warriors, she was welcomed with hatred and abuse.

- She has her father's demonic appearance, but has her mother's heart and personality.

- Her eyes are golden, except when her demonic blood activates.

Never knowing her birthplace of Earth and having fled her homeland of Helheim after learning the truth of herself, the half-breed female has decided to journey throughout space in search of somewhere she can belong. Her demonic appearances keeps destroying every possible hope she has for a new place.

Once eyes find her horns, hidden fangs, the metallic coated bones that spike on her forehead, she is threatened with harm. Despite her efforts to conceal the bone spurs with a coat of metal spray and the addition of various piercings on her flesh, no one is fooled for long. The most difficult feature for her to hide away are her horns. They never remain hidden for long.

Currently the demonic half-breed is hovering about space in her ship, still looking for somewhere to restock her supplies. Earth, now known as Tera, does not allow her race to step foot on the land. Although, she regularly gets her supplies and materials from there.

She merely disguises herself and makes the visits quick. Get and get out. No delays and no sight seeing. Not that she's all that interested in the views anyway. She much prefers her land of Helheim. It is beautiful. To her, Tera is boring and mundane.

Before landing on the Earth for her shopping, she must first properly adhere all the devices that assist in her concealing her heritage. This method consists of attaching small orb shaped machines onto both horns. With a click of a remote that she has hidden inside one of her many rings, both hands are adorned with the jewelry, the horns are visibly gone. They can still be felt, but not seen.

She layers her plum colored hair carefully over both ears so the pointed tips are not visible. It takes some time, but finally she removes all her piercings and arranges her bangs in such a way that the bone spikes on her forehead are gone. Absent of all her jewelry, she feels naked and insecure. Thankfully, though, it won't last for long.

Landing her ship on the ground, opening the doors, she leaves to begin her shopping.